Food is my lover
Sunday, January 04, 2009
I have moments when the futility of life stares me so directly in the face that I can be certain there is no god. During these times Food is my only savior. It consoles me, and conceals my eyes from the sight of that desolate place within my head. It protects me. The strident intensity in which I eat my Food gives me such heightened pleasure that it becomes my lover and like my lover, I think about it when I wake up, yearn for it when it’s gone, and fantasize over our every encounter. My lover encases me... until fat is all you see. It lovingly nurtures me even while it nourishes me. It pours into me the gift of mindless fulfillment during moments of such hollow emptiness and craving, that I fear I’ll die if I go unquenched. Like some unnamed agitation it pervades my body and only food provides the cure.